Cafe Sene 95 in Istanbul
I approached a cafe today and picked up a menu from one of the tables outside. I looked over the prices and items on it. I heard a voice say, “Welcome. Can I help you?”
I muttered to myself that I’d appreciate browsing the menu first. My periphery caught sight of an orange T-shirt and a long, curly ponytail. The voice sounded like it belonged to a woman so I also muttered, “Stupid woman” as my periphery noticed that the orange figure stood still, waiting for me to settle myself down to order something. I saw that there were interesting sahlep flavors (almond-honey — yum!) so I looked up at the orange figure and didn’t see a woman but a man in an orange T-shirt and red shorts. He had a long, curly ponytail, glasses and a beard. Despite noticing the different flavored sahlep, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take a seat but upon seeing that the feminine voice I heard belonged to that gentle-looking man, I smiled really big in my mind and ordered a cup of almond-honey flavored sahlep. I also told the man that I loved her voice. Hearing his “thank you” and, later, when I asked for the wi-fi password, “The password is the cafe name: cafesene95. Cafesene95.” I thought that his voice was beautiful especially when that voice belonged to a man so hairy. That voice cheered me up. That voice and man together got me sitting at the cafe for more than two hours. If that voice belonged to a woman as I initially thought, I would have left the cafe (because I always get annoyed when restaurant and cafe workers beckon for customers to come). If the voice was a masculine voice belonging to a man, I would also have left immediately. I might stay for a woman with a masculine voice. However, I like feminine voices in men very much; I mean, I find them absolutely adorable and huggable. They are lovable. And it was my first time at the cafe.
Going anywhere new is good.